Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The battle between the true gods had a winner, and the bells echoed on Levished, and the dust had settled.

The battle below has also ended long ago. Half of the cyan dragon's body that tried to sneak attack the legion was burnt black, half of its body was chewed to pieces, and it had lost its life.

The giant dragons flying in the sky couldn't even understand what happened just now. It was just that the light was so dazzling that they couldn't take their eyes away. Then when they regained their sight, the King of Dragons had already disappeared in front of their eyes.

The phantom of the disc with scales under Daribog disappeared, and the shadow curtain slowly dropped.

He sighed heavily and looked at the dragons who were suddenly and full of hostility, but did not dare to move forward because of fear, and calmly faced their resentful eyes.

When the "Dragon of Wisdom" Herabergen led some of the dragons who were willing to follow him and left the "City of Miracles" that began to gradually collapse, unwilling roars broke out from the surviving dragons.

No matter how slow they were, most of the survivors had already reacted. It was precisely because of something unexpected that happened in the city that for a moment, their king looked back with anger.

Is a traitor.

The traitor should have his wings cut off, his fangs pulled out, his eyes removed, and his claws cut off!

The curses of the dragons were bursts of high-pitched roars, but no dragon really dared to step forward to stop it - Herabergen is the god of Angelweed and the most powerful one besides the "Dragon of Nightmares" dragon.

For many mythical creatures full of wild nature, power is authority. The simplest truth is this from birth to death.

Human beings are naturally weak. In the past, humans were at the bottom of the entire food chain, enslaved by intelligent races and eaten by races in need.

To this day, the dragon clan has seen with their own eyes the gods that came out of the human world.

They just watched helplessly as the gray-blue dragon flew forward, shrinking, and finally turned into an old man wearing a hood and dragging a long beard, bowing his head respectfully in front of Daribog. salute.

Use your body as a human being, perform the courtesy of others, and see the gods of others.

The old man with a trembling white beard bowed his body, not caring about the scorn and curses of his fellow tribesmen, as if he was deaf: "I need your guidance, and I have been saved in the lost way. However, I pray to you, please don't blame the tribesmen for their helplessness. Li, they know nothing..."

Dazhberg stared at Herabergen quietly for several seconds.

Such a silent stalemate made the angry roars of the giant dragons gradually quiet down. Some of them flapped their wings vigorously in the air, breathing out fire, thunder, or ice, as if they would attack at any time, while the other slowly retreated to the periphery. , it seemed that he had already given up and just wanted to escape.

Daribog nodded slightly, but his voice only sounded between the two people: "I will forgive their injustice and never remember their sins again."*

The old man's body relaxed obviously, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "I will deal with the follow-up as soon as possible. Please also ask the Lord to leave this matter to me. I will bear what I have to bear and follow what I have to obey."

"ASAP."

Although Dariborg's tone was calm, Herabergen's body trembled slightly for a moment, especially when he noticed that the shadow curtain was billowing and turned into the figure of another person, and he obviously lowered his head lower. : "I will definitely do it. I praise you for your kindness."

Saslier walked up to Herabergen: "It doesn't matter, I will stay here to monitor the situation, and they will not have the chance to resist your decision."

In the battle a few months ago, Herabergen had seen the power of this true god, which was also the key reason that prompted him to betray the "Dragon of Utopia", surrender to the emerging sun god, and willingly become his follower.

Other dragons may not feel it deeply, but as Helabergen, who possesses the power of "wisdom", he can feel the shadow that makes him extremely afraid from this one, which is quite close to the oppression caused by underground pollution.

From that moment on, Herabergen doubted whether the Dragon King had any chance of winning.

This direct attack on Levished yielded results that made Dazhberg very satisfied. He obtained the extraordinary power of the target plan from the Dragon King and achieved his original goal.

The War Legion gained a lot. They assisted the shadow dragon released by Sasril and successfully intercepted and killed two other dragons with different attributes. Even after Dazhberg's nod, they gave the team a A new “shepherd” has a new spirit to shepherd.

Although there were casualties, no one lost their lives this time. "Law" and "Chaos" cooperated with each other, coupled with the sharpest intuition and guidance of "Destiny", the fight with several giant dragons on the ground was always smooth. It was a near miss.

If Medici had not been carried away directly due to coma because of excessive spiritual consumption, then perhaps this ending would have been more satisfying.

The only thing that makes Dazhbog slightly regretful is that the "Dragon of Nightmares" Alsuhod has quietly escaped first. I don't know if he was instructed by Angelweed or if he sensed the possibility of the situation in advance. There was a change, Alsuhod left no trace in the wreckage of Levished.

The city could not hold on for much longer, and the power that supported it in the air continued to decline, so the entire Dragon City slowly sank to the ground, and then hit its own shadow heavily, and the base collapsed due to the inability to bear the weight. Collapsed into pieces, and eventually the entire city became torn apart.

Herabogen looked at the direction where Dazhbog and those humble humans left, and sighed heavily in his heart.

Sasril stood beside Him, looking around at the hateful eyes of the dragons, with a calm expression.

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When Osykus heard the news of the return of the Lord and the War Legion, he devoutly drew a cross on his chest and prayed for a moment for his followers who were similar to himself, sincerely hoping that they would get well soon and not be troubled by the injuries left by the war.

After praying, Oseikus happily held a bunch of new scrolls in his arms and quickly left his bedroom, which also served as a study, wanting to report to the Lord on the developments and situations during this period.

But when he reached the door, he paused and walked to the box containing the eggs.

The egg shrouded in black gauze remained unresponsive. Oseikus observed for a moment, then closed the lid of the box, held the box in his arms, and took the time to see the Lord.

Urolius stood outside the door of Dazhbog's prayer room again. When he heard hurried footsteps approaching in the corridor, he knew who it was without looking carefully.

"Good afternoon, Ourolius! Is the Lord in there?"

Ourolius's eyes slowly opened, and he seemed to sense something in Oseikus, some kind of vague and gentle light.

But Ouroleus couldn't see clearly and just responded faintly: "Good afternoon, Osykus. Yes, the Lord has told you to go in."

Ourolius knocked on the door twice, then pushed open the double doors engraved with a cross, and closed the door again after Osykus walked in with a bright smile.

Dazhberg was sitting on the bench in the front row, his head hanging down and clutching the cross on his chest.

Hearing the movement near the door, he didn't stand up, but just turned around. While Dazhberg watched the young man approaching, he also saw the pile of things in Oseikus's arms.

This made the warm smile on Dazhberg's face a little subtle, but he concealed it well: "Osykus, don't push yourself too hard."

After bowing, Oseikus raised his head proudly: "It is an honor for me to be able to do my part for the Lord!"

"Okay, let's put it here." Dazhbog sighed with a smile. He noticed that Oseikus had brought something else, "Did you bring that egg over? It hasn't hatched yet."

Osykus carefully put down the things in his arms, then bent down and handed the box to Darborg: "I don't know how to help it hatch, but it has been silent..."

Dazhberg took the wooden box and opened the lid. The black gauze tightly covered the silver-white egg: "It doesn't matter, I'm not blaming you, you did a good job."

Upon hearing the praise, Oseikus's face turned red and his eyes shone with excitement. After signaling Oseikus to leave, Dazhbog began to gradually take apart the black veil left by Amanysis.

The silver-white egg was still cold, but when Dazhberg placed it in his palm, he could clearly feel a slight vibration inside it, as if there was an egg inside that was transporting blood and pulsating to continue life. heart.

This feeling is very strange, because Dazhbog knows that mythical creatures cannot be judged based on human concepts, but he can't help but think about it. His slightly rough fingertips scratched the outside of the eggshell, and whenever he touched it, Wherever it touches, a little silver light will emit, and the wheel-like symbol on it will light up and go out.

An idea suddenly came to Dazhberg, and then he analyzed the situation at hand, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was feasible.

There was another intuition somewhere that made him feel that doing this would lead to success.

Dariborg spread the silver egg in his left hand, and his right hand hung above. As his fingers opened and closed, the circular shadow with twelve scales appeared out of thin air, and all the symbols lit up in turn. .

"clang!"

The bell rang softly and briskly, but it sounded more like the ringing of a bell.

Dazhberg smiled and saw the silver eggshell making a soft "click" sound, with several cracks appearing on the outside.

The wheel-shaped symbol is slowly rotating, and sometimes laurel-colored light spots appear on it, and sometimes silver water ripples appear on it.

"Snapped!"

The entire eggshell exploded into pieces, golden sunlight passed through Daribog's eyes, and the escaping power was instantly extinguished and dissipated.

Dazhbog stared at Skylark who was swaying and trying to stand up: "Zoya."

Skylark raised his head and blinked his light, almost colorless eyes. Dariborg could see the uncontrollable surprise in them.

Skylark opened his mouth, still humming: "Your appearance... is much kinder than what I perceived."

Dazhbog couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud at this moment that should have been serious and solemn, welcoming Zoya's breaking out of her shell.

*Hebrews 8:12